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A Christmas Poem

Remember our military men and women during these times

By Evelyn Martinez
Published on LatinoLA: December 12, 2008


A Christmas Poem


Here is a poem I would like to share with all of you. It was written by a Marine, but please pray for all of our service men and women stationed all across the globe, protecting this great Nation of ours.

T'was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone
In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone

I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this home did live

I looked all about, a strange sight I did see
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree

No stockings by the mantle, just boots filled with sand
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands

With medals and badges, awards of all kinds
A sober thought came throught my mind

For this house was different, it was dire and dreary
I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly

The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home

The face was so gently, the room in such disorder
Not how I pictured a United States soldier

Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?
Curled up a on poncho, the floor for a bed?

I realized the families that I saw this night
Owed their lived to this soldier who was willing to fight

Soon round the word the children would play
And grownup would celebrate a bright Christmas Day

They all enjoy freedom each month of the year
Because of our solders, like the one lying here

I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home

The very thought brought a tear to my eye
I dropped to my knees and started to cry

The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice
"Santa don't cry, This life is my choice"

"I fight for freedom and I don't ask for more
My life is my God, My country, My Corps!!"

The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep

I kept watch for hours so silent and still
And we both shivered from the cold night's chill

I didn't want to leave on the cold, dark night
This Guardian of Honor so willing to fight

Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure
Whiispered "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas Day all is secure"

One look at my watch and I knew he was right
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.

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